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Today is International Cat Day, it’s also exactly 4 weeks since Duckie escaped the pet sitter’s house while we were at the beach. It’s been a rough four weeks here. Mostly because I get sad, but then convince myself that she well come back, or we will find her, or someone will recognize her from the flyers or she’ll “homeward bound” her way back to our house. It’s a lot of back and forth and wishful thinking. Duckie is a part of our family and the house just hasn’t been the same without here begging for more food, sleeping on our faces and teasing Belle. However, after four weeks I have to come to terms. I think it’s time I let myself be sad and start to say good-bye to the best cat that there has ever been.

I don’t want to be anymore depressing than that, so we’ll just leave it with some of my favorite pics of Duckie for us all to enjoy. After all, it is National Cat Day.

The Best of Duckie

Me and Ducks when I was about 8 months pregnant.Duckie’s favorite spot in the house.Belle pretending she doesn’t see a cat in the bed a couple of days after we rescued Duckie and brought her home.One of the first photos taken of Ducks.When Luna and I came home from the hospital and took a nap. Duckie just had to be the one closest to me.And, when we first got home from our 10 day hospital stay…we had the sweetest welcome home crew!Duckie’s first Christmas

In case you missed the story of how we found and rescued Duckie almost two years ago, you can read it here.

Our little baby rescue kitten isn’t quite so little anymore. Since her last update she has gained a couple more pounds and managed to rule over our entire home. She is now about 21 weeks old, small for her age (probably stunted from her difficult first few weeks of life), but still manages to boss the dog around and take over all of our furniture.

She is no longer afraid of the outdoors, in fact she often stands at the door and meows, just begging to go out and explore. She caught her first animal, a mole, and brought it inside to show her gratitude. Thanks cat. I have accidentally locked her out twice now, which appeared to be a much more traumatizing experience for me than for her.

Last week she was spayed and I was terrified that she would never trust me again or be the same after having surgery. However, she has been just as lovable and snuggly as ever, and is certainly just as feisty. The vet asked us to do our best to keep her calm the week after surgery. We tried, but by day 3 she had already pulled out her stitches. Naughty kitty. The doc threatened to staple her stomach, but luckily he changed his mind.

Help Mom!

Today, she had her first snow day! I didn’t think she’d want to go out, but the second the dog ran out she was right behind her. I just love watching the animals step in the snow and then shake their wet feet off. There were four deer playing in the front yard too… I felt just like Snow White.

Belle in the snow.

We love having our little rescue cat and are so happy with how healthy and happy she is with us.

This is what every night looks like…

Duckie and Belle seem to still be getting along fine. We just hope neither one of them tries to smother the baby in a couple of months!

We have had our new kitten Duckie for over 6 weeks now. In that short amount of time, a lot has changed! When we found her she was starving, weighed only half a pound, covered in scrapes and bruises and was not exactly trusting of people. NOW, after living in a house where animals are spoiled rotten, she has quickly become a loving house-cat that sleeps right between us and drives Belle (and us) insane.

She has gained 3 pounds in 6 weeks and is not shy about telling us when she’s hungry, or when she wants our food, or when she wants Belle’s food. She has definitely not learned the word “No!” yet. In fact, I’m not sure she knows her name yet. It’s probably my fault though…I call her everything but her name… “sweetie, kitty, duck-duck, littles, goose, lovecat, baby, kitcat, kitten, booboo; everything except “Duckie”.

The first few weeks we had her she did nothing but sleep on our chests and eat. She has now become the feistiest little kitten ever. Her favorite pastime is hiding under our bed and jumping out to attack our feet and scare the life out of us 87 times a day. She also loves jumping on top of every table, knocking every single thing onto the floor and then hiding those things under the nearest rug. She thinks this is a really fun game…we, on the other hand, do not.

Her and Belle are typical sisters. For a while bed time looked like this…

or this..

Now, they sleep fairly close together most nights. Neither one wants to give up their spot, and they both like to be touching us… yay.

Now this one like to steal my pregnancy pillow…sometimes they are both in it.

They also kind of play together now. If you consider taking turns chasing each other and swatting each other in the face playing, then they play all the time.

Our biggest challenge is getting her to go outside. When we carry her out she freaks, claws us and runs back inside and hides. We have now discovered that if we just leave the door open, she will wonder in and out as she pleases, but she only walks on the deck and the stairs. She loves catching bugs and bringing them inside (awesome), but still won’t touch the grass.

It’s been a lot of fun caring for Duckie and watching her grow. Husband won’t want to admit it, but he is loving it too. I catch them snuggling ALL the time. And, sometime he catches me snuggling the animals…

I hope she’s enjoying the attention now, because she won’t be the baby for long!